I’m not ugly but I’m not the kind of beautiful that I see everyday on others women’s face’s. Although I am smart and I am kind and trust me I am really trying to be the things this world expects of a teenage girl, it doesn’t matter because all people see is beauty and fame.

How am I supposed to love myself in a world so vain? If we’re going off of looks I am not ugly but I am plain. I am pretty enough for people to come but not enough for them to stay.

Ask me what I don’t like about myself and I’ll pick myself apart, every little detail I can’t stand, and I will tell you everything that is wrong with me. All the flaws that only I see ,drown out all of the beautiful unique things about me that I just can’t seem to see. I am more than my face or how much I weigh, I am a person and I just have to say I am smart and I am kind, I am  loving, and caring, and I have a good heart.


True beauty  is more than your face or how much you weigh, because what is beauty if you are not loving and you are not kind? This world is so vain yet completely blind. If only the world could see that true beauty comes from  the inside.

I am a shapeshifter of sorts, I can be whoever you want me to be I can be lovely and kind or I can honest and raw, trust me I can be anything at all. Just tell me who you want me to be and I will be her, I can be the person you need most or your biggest fan, I can tell you you don’t need a man or a five year plan, I can tell you what you need to hear and be who you want me to be, but the problem is I am no longer me. I don’t even know who me is anymore she is hiding somewhere in all of these personalities I have created, waiting to be shared, waiting to be loved, waiting to be enough for someone some day, waiting to be ok.